It’s not Thursday, but this is a “throw back.”

2011. Waco. Photo Booth. Friends.

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Often the thoughts of my last wakeful moments,
The ideas and words that slip without note into blackness,
Are the best thoughts I’ve had all day.

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"LARGE HOUSE! LOTS OF ROOM! RECENTLY OPEN! (Capitol Hill)"

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I  miss my old studio

research

Hickman Co., TN

I know I need to write a poem when I see that no other medium will work for it. That is, I don’t have a clear polemical argument that I can express in an article or essay. I can’t express it through direct speech; I can’t sing it in a song. Then there’s nothing left but to write a poem. Poetry, I’d say, is the thing you produce when you don’t know yet which form you are working in.

Kirill Medvedev interviewed by Emma Goldhammer for Boston Review

(Source: bostonreview.net)

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Packing break with Dr. Who

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Lunchbreath

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